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SILVER SANDALS
A Detective Story of Mystery, Love and Adventure.
By Clinton H. Stagg.
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"Htm!" The blear-eyed man stop
ped dead in his tracks. "Him!" he
repeated in a tone of dull wonder.
Then suspicion came to his voice.
"He ain't yer friend. Yer kiddin me:
"Not at all!" protested Colton. "His
name is Johnson; he's a lawyer.'
"Oh!" The guirle started again.
"No. I don't know him."
"Some one who looks like him, eh?"
"Nope!" declared blear-eye posi
tively. "X don't know nobody that
looks like that. The feller you des
cribed ain't nobody. He's just one
of her controls."
"Controls?"
"Yep. One of the spir'ts she brings
outta a cabinet. She's got two. One's
a girl with red hair. She's Golden
Locks. The guy's name is The Pro
phet. Him an' the crow is the prof
sizers. They tell you what to do when
the girl ye'r' strong fer ain't strong
fer you. See!" .
"Strange combination," mused the
blind man. The feeder had brought
more information than he had even
hoped for. So the girl and the dead
man who had been at the table In the
restaurant and the woman with the
face of terrible age had been together
in the house toward which they were
going. The blear-eyed guide had seen
them. They must be well known in
the district; but only as "controls" of
the charlatan. Who were they? Who
was the woman; the director, the con
trolling mind? Why should she have
burled herself here in this part of the
city? She was no common fortune
teller, dependent on the tricks of the
trade to bring her dollars. Why the
dead man in the restaurant? Why the
girl whose hand had broken the steam
of her wineglass?
"Here's the place!" The blear-eyed
man stopped before the brownstone
steps between the rusty Iron rails. The
windows, with their shutters hanging
awry, still gaped emptily. "I'll ring
the bell fer you."
He started up the steps; then the
unaccustomed sound of an automobile
horn in the street caused him to turn.
The silent Shrimp turned, too.. He
saw the car, and he spoke for the first
time, in a tense whisper:
"It's a runabout, with a racer body,
Mr. Colton."
The guide almost stumbled as he
jumped down the steps to the side of
the bind man. "Gimme my quarter,"
he demanded. "Me wife's callin' me.
Gimme it, quick. 1 gotta get!"
"Is this the place?" There was sus
picion in the blind man's tone; though
he knew the guide had led him right.
He knew, too, that the sudden fear
had been inspired by the coming au
tomobile, a car like the one Michael
had followed the night before.
"You damn piker!" snarled the
blear-eyed man. "I hope you get
pinched!" He turned on his heel
and darted away, a string of oaths
trailing behind him as he disappeared
into a dark alley.
The low, black car drew up to the
curb.
"Good-morning, Mr. Colton!" greet
ed a hearty voice from the car. "What
are you doing in this section of the
city?"
"Just exploring," answered the
blind man quietly, but there was a big
question in his mind that demanded
answer.
The voice of the man in the run
about car was the voice of the dis
trict attorney of New York City!
CHAPTER VI
-Another Victim
It seemed minutes that Sydney
Thames' eyes were held by the strange
eyes of the woman who stood in the
doorway of the house with the dark,
cobwebby windows and hanging shut
ters. It was only seconds, probably;
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(GEORGE H. SOURBIER™]
FUNERAL DIRECTOR
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Uell l'boui. Aato >rr*lr«. I
minute-long seconds of silence. There
was no repetition of the strange, eerie
throat sound of command; nothing
but the coal-black eyes that never
wavered. Sydney took a step forward.
He did not know why. There was no
reason why he should have taken that
step; no reason why he should have
taken the next. No reason on earth
but the woman, who was slowly back
ing before him; the woman with the
coal-black eyes.
He heard the door close behind him
creakingly as one sandaled foot of the
woman pushed it shut. There was no
movement of the eyes that held his;
no movement of the flickering candle
she held over her head. Behind the
woman, on both sides of her, were
hangings of dusty black velvet over
which weird, cabalistic figures ran
riot; signs of the zodiac, freakish
figures of animals out of all anatom
ical proportions, suns, moons, stars
All were of silver, the burnished metal
that showed in the stiffness of the
thick velvet.
The woman s back bent in a curtsey,
both arms swept wide, and the candie
in its silver holder flickered above
her head, where her hand had left
it. Sydney Thames knew it was a
trick; the velvet hanging with the
silver designs to Impress the impres
sionable; the silver sandals: the tomb
like silence! the garish light of the
single candle that accentuated the
w erdness of it aIL All a trick! Yes!
All but the unwavering, unyielding
eyes in the unfathomable depths of
which seemed to lurk the wisdom of
centuries dead and gone.
The arms swept together, the palms
met in a sharp, pistol-like slap in the
silence of the hall. A swift, darting
shadow enshrouded the flickering
light for an instant, and a crow
black, monstrous, thing of evil, perch
ed on the outstretched right arm.
"What Is it, sir? Your business at
this hour?"
The rasping questions came from
the bird on the woman's arm! Tbis
last, uncanny detail in the whole un
canny picture stirred the latent su
perstition in Sydney Thames despite
himself. He shot a glance over his
shoulder toward the door through
which he had entered. But behind
him, as in the front, the heavy vel
vet hangings covered everything. The
door was hidden.
"Your wishes, sir? Your wishes?"
In the scratchy, grating voice of the
bird there was impatience.
What did he want? What could he
say? That he had followed the girl?
That he wanted to find out about the
murdered man at the restaurant?
That he wanted to know why the wo
man of the silver sandals had drunk
her toast to the man with whom she
had sat at the table? Why the man
was killed? Who was he? Who was
she? Who was the girl he had seen
enter the house a few minutes be
fore?
These were the questions that flash
ed through the mind of Thornley
Colton's secretary as he stood there.
They were the questions he wanted
answered. Those were the things he
wanted explained. But he could not
ask them. The woman before him
must not suspect any connection with
the murder at the hotel. But even as
that thought came, Sydney Thames
knew—knew—that the-ooa-l-black eyes
of the woman that seemed to read his
very soul must understand his visit
and its reason. He could not lie!
"The murder at the hotel!" He
blurted the words, and cursed inward
ly because there was a tremor in his
voice that all mental striving had
not been able to keep out. "The
murder at the hotel," he repeated in
anely. He knew it was inane, foolish,
but the words seemed to come before
he could hold them back. He realiz
ed that he had probably spoiled every
thing; that he had failed at the first
responsible part Thornley Colton had
ever given him. But the blind man
was far away; the coal-black eyes
were very near.
"There was no murder." Again the
metallic voice of the crow answered,
as a pariot would have answered; re
peating a thing it had learned by rote.
The woman did not move a muscle,
her arms remained outstretched at her
sides, there was no expression on the
wrinkled face. She stood like a statue
against her background of black, her
arm a perch for the crow who spoke
because she was deaf and dumb.
"The bearded man at the restaurant
—the dead man there!" Sydney's
words were puerile, and he knew it,
but some separate consciousness seem
ed speaking while another part of him
stood aloof, unable to combat the
things, that was leading him to say
words he did not want to say
"The Prophet?" rasped the crow.
The Prophet? You want to speak
with the Prophet? He knows all
things, sees all things, tells all things
that you wish to know. Come!"
Again came the shadow across he
suspended candle, as the crow left the
woman's arm. Its winps flapped
softly against the black velvet. Its bill
pecked at the hangings a moment,
I and they swung back, revealing a
j door. The woman's arm moved up-
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j Crowds Visited Gorgas' Drug Store to
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ward, she seemed to pluck the candle- I
stick from the air, and with a move- !
ment of her eyes she commanded !
Sydney Thames to tollow her.
The moment the eyes of the woman
turned from his, Sydney Thames 1
shook off the spell of them. He was
himself again. But there was no turn
ing back now. He would see all there
was to be seen, hear all there was to
hear. There was no thought in his
mind of danger. The hanging candle,
the crow, the cord he saw that had re
leased the swinging velvet curtain over ;
the door, were all parts Of the charla- |
tan's stage setting. A fortune-teller. ]
a clairvoyant. He could take care of |
himself, and he would have even more ;
information than Thornley Colton ex- |
pected. He had failed in the first part, j
He would more than make up for it i
now. So he followed her.
The room they entered was but a I
counterpart of the hall on a larger
scale. The same velvet wall covering
with the strange silver figures was
there. A stuffed owl perched on a big
cabinet in a corner. A skull gaped
grinnlngly from a black wooden table
in the center of the floor. Silver
scarabs spread their wings over the
black wooden chairs. A typical clair
voyant's room, thought Sydney, and
a cynical smile came to his face for
an instant. He had seen them before.
Did the woman hope to impress him
with such tawdry fake? Did she thtnk
to frighten him with her spirit mani
festations? That was the old, old
game. The Prophet! Bah!
He pretended semihypnosis as he
seated himself in the chair which a
motion of the woman's arm indicated.
She sat facing him in another chair,
beside the black table. He met her
eyes fairly, but every part of him was
fighting against them now. The sur
i prise at seeing the woman in the door
way when ho stood on the brownstone
steps had taken htm off hs guard, and
he had obeyed the commands of her
eyes before he had had a chance to
recover himself. Now he and she
were starting equal. But the coal
black eyes seemed to make no fight
for the mastery of Sydney's mind.
They flashed their glances on all sides
of the room, following the flight of the
black crow as it slowly circled the
walls; following the bird till it alighted
on the skull on the table beside her.
She was neglecting no detail of the
stage setting, Sydney told himself.
But a shiver went down his spine
as he watched the crow. It flapped
its wings; It cawed rauciously, once,
twice. Then it slowly turned to face
the woman.
"Sleep. Silver Sandals!" came its
sharp voice. "Sleep, Silver Sandals.
Command the Prophet to appear. The
young man before you wishes speech
with him. It is I who command vou;
I, the vested spirit of the great liam
eses. You, who can hear no human
voice or earthly sound know what I
j say, because I speak from another
I world. Obey! Obey!"
j The remarkable eyes of the woman
' closed, the head with its white hair
I and wrinkled face nodded back and
1 forth slowly in time with the solemn,
metallic voice of the bird. Sydney
| Thames knew It was the old trance*
j medium trick. There would probably
■ be mysterious rapplngs produced by
J mechanical means; perhaps the slate
writing hoax. But the single candle,
the old, old woman with her silver
sandals and black satin dress, and
tho crow were uncannily impressive.
With the closed eyes, the age-lined
face of the woman seemed softer, the
repellent expression melted into peace,
repose. The regular breathing was
that of a little child. It was impres
sive, °>ut Sydney refused to be im
pressed. Colton had explained to him
all the tricks of the spiritualist char
latan: the magnetic rappers, the thin
wires that tilted tables, the false black
cardboard on which the slate writing |
was written, the tricks of lights that
produced diaphanous spirits with In
dian names. This would be the same,
despite the elaborate stage settings.
Around the cabinet in the corner
came a ghostly glow, whitely phos
phorescent. Slowly the black velvet
curtains parted. Sydney Thames'
chair pushed back as his whole body
jumped; his breath choked in his
throat. Standing before him in the
light, head held high, bright eyes star
ing straight ahead, was the bearded
man of the restaurant; the dead man
he had left sitting at the table!
There was no doubt o£ it— no doubt
of the bushy brown beard streaked
with gray that almost met the eyes
and covered half the vest. There was
no doubt of the clothes, cut accord
ing to the fashion of half a century
past. The bearded man took a step.
Another. There were no supporting
arms now, but the leg lifting was that
of an automaton. Jerkily mechanical,
as had been the gait of the man he
had watched enter the diningroom
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an hour before. The man was com
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rigid in his chair. There was but one
thought in the mind of Cotton's sec
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muscles refused to obey the dictates
of his brain.
It wasn't a trick of the lights. It
wasn't a trick of anything. The man
was there.. He was before him. lie
was flesh and blood; alive! Yet the
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blind man had told him the man he
now saw was dead—murdered! The
arms that were now bent at the el
bows and held away from the body, as
though invisible hands were aiding the
paralytic steps, had rested on the res
taurant table, one hand loosely around
the stem of the filled wineglass, the
other palm down on the cloth, when
Thames had last seen them.
(To Be Continued.)